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The Red Squirt Gun OnceThe Red Squirt Gun Once upon a time, not so long ago and not so far away
I was in the process of divorcing my wife. I had my 5-year-old son for the weekend and I really, really enjoyed his company. Shed come to get him with her new boyfriend and I was sitting in my studio watching them leave through the window over the street on Lawrence and Broadway. And as I watched them pull away I realized that my son had left his clear, red plastic squirt gun in my studio
a little pistol. Kind of looked like a gun, but it didnt look like a gun at all, it was surely a child's toy. I sat down in my chair facing the window with my back to the rest of the room watching them drive away. I sat alone in the darkening gloom Lost in thought. I was missing my son a lot and thinking about stuff. The door was on the far side of my single open room directly behind my back. Which in its better days,